His hands on me are possessive and demanding. “Say you’re mine, Kricket.” His fingers twine in my hair. Intense pleasure washes over me. “I’m yours,” I whisper, biting my lip to keep from screaming it. “Whose?” he growls again. “Yours, Trey, I’m yours.” I say breathlessly, as we completely lose our minds and our bodies to each other. For the next few hours, we prove over and over that we belong to one another.
